Type Specimen: Philip Serif - by Margherita De Alessandri

Philip Serif

Philip Serif Designed by Margherita De Alessandri

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24 pt

PHILIP This ain’t a song for the broken hearted. No silent prayer for the faith departed. I ain’t gonna be just a face in the crowd. You’re gonna hear my voice. When I shout it out loud. It’s my life. It’s now or never. I ain’t gonna live forever. I just want to live while I’m alive. (It’s my life). My heart is like an open highway. Like Frankie said. I did it my way. I just want to live while I’m alive. It’s my life. This is for the ones who stood their ground. It’s for Tommy and Gina who never backed down. Tomorrow’s getting harder. mistake. Luck ain’t enough. You’ve got to make your own breaks.

It’s my life. And it’s now or never. I ain’t gonna live forever.

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On the first part of the journey. I was looking at all the life. There were plants and birds and rocks and things. There was sand and hills and rings. The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz. And the sky with no clouds. The heat was hot and the ground was dry. But the air was full of sound. I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name. It felt good to be out of the rain. In the desert you can remember your name. ‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain. La, la. After two days in the desert sun. After three days in the desert fun. I was looking at a river bed. And the story it told of a river that flowed. Made me sad to think it was dead. You see I’ve

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young. In a world of magnets and miracles. Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary.

The ringing of the division bell had begun. Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway. Do they still meet there by the Cut. There was a ragged

To a life consumed by slow decay.

The grass was greener. The light was brighter. When friends surrounded.

The nights of wonder. Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us. To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side. Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again. Dragged by

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Every Breathe You Take slab serif

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PSYCHO KILLER TALKING HEADS

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I can’t seem to face up to the facts.

I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax. I can’t sleep ‘cause my bed’s on fire. Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire. Psycho Killer. Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, away oh oh oh. Yeah yeah yeah yeah! You start a conversation you can’t even finish it. You’re talking a lot, but you’re not saying anything. When I have nothing to say, my lips are

“Psycho Killer” is a song written by David Byrne, Chris Frantz and Tina Weymouth and first played by their band the Artistic in 1974, and as Talking Heads in 1975,with a later version recorded for their 1977 album Talking Heads: 77. In the liner notes for Once in a Lifetime: The Best of Talking Heads (1992), Jerry Harrison wrote of the b-side of the single, an acoustic version of the song that featured Arthur Russell on cello, “I’m glad we persuaded Tony [Bongiovi] and Lance [Quinn] that the version with the cellos shouldn’t be the only one.”The band’s “signature debut hit” features lyrics which seem to represent the thoughts of a serial killer. Originally written and performed as a ballad. “Psycho Killer” became what All Music

1977

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I can’t seem to face up to the facts.

I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax. I can’t sleep ‘cause my bed’s on fire. Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire. Psycho Killer. Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, away oh oh oh. Yeah yeah yeah yeah! You start a conversation you can’t even finish it. You’re talking a lot, but you’re not saying anything. When I have nothing to say, my lips are

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Terminal with orizontal cut off.

Slab serif terminal.

Ear slab serif and quite angled.

Descender terminal slab serif and angled.

Link not connected to the top.

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Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.

-Bob Dylan

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People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent. There is nothing so stable as change.

PLAYFUL FEATURES Terminals with oblique cut off.

Terminal slab serif follows the rounded shape of the letter.

Crossbar horizontal and thick.

Moderate contrast

34 pt

JIMI HENDRIX HEY JOE

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While claimed by singer Tim Rose to be a traditional song, or often erroneously attributed to the pen of American musician Dino Valenti (who also went by the names Chester or Chet Powers, and Jesse Farrow), "Hey Joe" was registered for copyright in the U.S.

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"Hey Joe" is an American popular song from the 1960s that has become a rock standard and has been performed in many musical styles by hundreds of different artists.[2][3] "Hey Joe" tells the story of a man who is on the run and planning to head to Mexico after shooting his unfaithful wife.[4] The song was registered for copyright in the United States in 1962 by Billy Roberts.[5] However, diverse credits and claims have led to confusion about the song's authorship.[4] The earliest known commercial recording of the song is the late-1965 single by the Los Angeles

garage band the Leaves; the band then re-recorded the track and released it in 1966 as a follow-up single which became a hit.[6] The best-known version is the Jimi Hendrix Experience's 1966 recording.[7] The song title is sometimes given as "Hey Joe, Where You Gonna Go?" or similar variations.. Roberts was a relatively obscure California-based folk singer, guitarist, and harmonica player who performed on the West Coast coffeehouse circuit.[10] He recorded the country rock album Thoughts of California with the band Grits in San

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Francisco in 1975, produced by Hillel Resner.[11]

Faculty of Design and Art Free University of Bolzano - Bozen Typeface designed by De Alessandri Margherita WUP 18/19 Prof. Antonino Benincasa Gian Marco Favretto Maximilian Boiger Calligraphy Workshop by Mag. Art. Eva Pรถll Font created with Illustrator & Fontself